Processing Plant

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Before, she wore gloves, so her fingerprints wouldn't be discovered on the scene. Only several gang members gangsters were killed and considering the inefficiency of the New York police, they wouldn't want to investigate the death of just a few gangsters.

Back at the apartment, she once again refused the maid's scrubbing service. She stood under the shower to wash away the discomfort caused by the first murder.

The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept blowing. Although she intended to keep a low profile, trouble found its way to her.

After taking a shower and putting on a bathrobe, took several deep breaths, she slapped her cheeks to regain composure, then took out her laptop, connected to the internet, and began searching at the location provided by the tattooed man.

The other party was highly vigilant. This area was a blind spot for cameras, and after a thorough search, she found no obvious traces.

Madam Gao, one of the Five Fingers of the Hand, is an elder who was expelled from the holy land Kunlun. She looks old and can be blown down by a gust of wind. In fact, she has lived for more than 400 years.

Proficient in using "qi," she could send boulders flying with a wave, this is the ability of old Gao. Four hundred years of traveling the world made her a master of all martial arts. With the enhancement of "qi," her strength, speed, and reflexes would greatly increase.

Daisy didn't want to provoke such an enemy, but they had already crossed paths, and her henchmen had been killed, making her a prime suspect.

Moreover, Madam Gao wasn't a police officer; she cared about results, not evidence.

Daisy wanted to take preemptive action, even if she couldn't kill this old thing, she had to drive her out of New York.

Over the next few days, she observed the area from a distance with binoculars. The other party was very secretive, but they would always leave traces.

Not surprisingly, it was a "laundry powder" processing factory. Daisy estimated a large internal space, and there was only a small door on the outside guarded by two burly men with submachine guns, making security tight.

Every midnight, the small door opened, and a blind person carrying a shoulder bag clumsily delivered goods. This was Madam Gao's business in New York.

Watching the delivery man's eyes, Daisy was full of anger. Damn this old thing!

She didn't act recklessly. It was the Punisher who liked to be a lone hero, not her.

She was an ordinary citizen in her previous life, Daisy didn't want to play the hero in this one either.

Daisy sought the help of the police force.

Although there were more corrupt cops in New York than she had seen anywhere else, there were still a few good ones.

She didn't use hacking techniques; instead, she started filtering through the names on the police department's external website.

George Stacy, the commissioner of the New York Police Department, Gwen Stacy's old man, and the future father-in-law of Spider-Man.

He would have been a good ally, but unfortunately, he held a high position and often went out for meetings. Using conventional methods, Daisy couldn't meet him.

Among the few upright cops she remembered was an old man, but he had already retired.

After some selection, she targeted Patrol Officer Brett Mahoney, who originated from Hell's Kitchen. This black man was one of the few cops who hadn't taken any bribes.

He is a friend of Daredevil, dedicated to maintaining order in Hell's Kitchen.

Daisy had seen him before; after all, she was also a native, just not familiar.

Brett walked past the street corner. Daisy adjusted her frequency slightly to make herself look particularly friendly and trustworthy before walking quickly towards him.

"Hey, Officer." She appeared somewhat nervous, as if she had encountered a savior.

"I recognize you. What's up?" The black police officer looked at her face, and thought for a moment. In their eyes, all Chinese looked alike. If Daisy wasn't genuinely beautiful, he wouldn't have recognized her.

Daisy glanced around carefully before lowering her voice, "I found a processing factory where they're using disabled people to manufacture and sell, and the scale is very large..."

At first, Brett wanted to scold her for talking nonsense. This kind of case was not something a little girl could get involved in. However, the frequency-induced goodwill made him endure and listen.

After hearing it all, Brett broke into a sweat. This matter was difficult to handle, whether it was true or not, especially for a patrol officer.

Although a bit unbelievable, he admitted, "I'm just a patrol officer. If your information is conclusive, we should report it to the police station. Shall I take you there?"

Why go to the police station to report when someone might leak the information? The case was reported on the front foot, and there was whistleblowing on the back foot. Daisy felt sympathy for the IQ of the African American once again.

But she couldn't just directly say to him about the corruption rampant in the New York Police Department.

"Don't you guys talk about evidence? Tonight, come with me to the scene. After all, I don't have a gun and don't have any combat ability..." Daisy began to play the pitiful card.

Brett thought about it and found it reasonable. Reporting a simple case now, if the information was accurate, everything would be fine. If it turned out to be false, he would also be in trouble.

Going to the scene at this time would prove the truth of the information. Regardless of how the final decision for the case was made, he would have some credit.

Even honest people wanted promotions; who wanted to be a patrol officer for life!

Glancing at Daisy, who indeed looked like a delicate girl, he nodded in agreement.

Late at night, Daisy and the black patrol officer hid in a small building, with Madam Gao's laundry powder processing factory just two hundred meters away.

"Is that the factory you mentioned? It doesn't seem large," Brett asked.

Daisy smiled, a crushing dominance in her intelligence emanating, "Look at the building height. It's a meter taller than regular residences. Don't you find that suspicious? I've calculated the electricity supply and drinking water consumption in the vicinity. There must be a large underground space below, conservatively estimated to accommodate hundreds of people."

Da! Da!

While the two were talking, the small door opened. A small, blindfolded man with a cane made a clattering sound as he walked out.

In the dim night, the blind man slung a large bag over his shoulder and staggered forward.

As a friend of Daredevil, Brett had seen blind people before and could tell that this person was genuinely blind.

"Is this guy the deliveryman you mentioned? Why...?"

Daisy coldly chuckled, "Why use a blind person? Blind people won't be searched, and even if caught, the punishment won't be severe. Moreover, they aren't born blind..."

Brett, witnessing it himself, had no more doubts in his heart.

If a few blind people were running a massage parlor, it wouldn't make sense to hire two burly men to guard the entrance. There must be a big problem behind that small door.

Daisy then drew a schematic diagram for him, "This blind man will board the car at the second intersection ahead. Where the vehicle takes him afterward, I don't know."

The clues she provided were limited, but they all pointed to one thing – this was a big case, and there were a series of people involved in manufacturing, processing, and selling behind the scenes.

The black patrol officer looked at her, nodding with a sense of justice.

"If it's really as you say, this matter is too big for the precinct to handle," he hesitated to say.

"Do you think the information will leak?" Daisy asked.

The black patrol officer nodded. Nobody was a fool; cops taking bribes would always show some signs. As a colleague, he could see it, but no one has exposed this fact. 

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